So what do we do?" "We do what all families do. Grin, bear it, and pass the mashed potatoes.
Back off, Jack-I got four brothers protecting my ass,' and I just rode on by him
I'm at that place I grew up to leave.
For a moment, it was almost as if they were friends again.
Not everyone got a close family. Not everyone needed one.
...a row of tables manned by seated, serious women. Each woman looked like she could be someone's least-favourite aunt.
Blood was the mortar that cemented the kingdom
But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora. "Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy. ...
Moksha – the liberation form, the web of maya be, Freedom from the cycles of birth and death clearly; - 33 -
I’ll pray for good semen. And I’ll get all of my friends to pray for good semen.
Forget Batman: when I really thought about what I wanted to be when I grew up, I wanted to be my dad.
For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands
Family is a transitive property.
We all inherit damage from the past. We spread it like a virus and don't generally think about it.
As goes the family, so goes the faith; as goes the faith, so goes the culture.
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.
My feeling about in-laws was that they were outlaws.
We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.
Maybe the best thing we can do for our spouses is give them permission to forgive themselves.
What thumbsuckers we all are...when it comes to mothers.
Men. Do they all evade as first line of defense?